Hourglass Skull Novels & Stories

The once-familiar space now seemed foreign, a relic of a bygone era. My gaze shifted to the mounted head of a wolf, its glassy eyes seeming to stare into the soul. I'd return to it in a moment, but for now, my attention was drawn to the adjacent shelf. The hair on the human skulls had long since dried out, a grim reminder of the lives I played with. Among them, one skull stood out - the remains of the man who had been the mastermind behind it all.

She grabbed it arrogantly, glared at them before they all continued their walk. The transition of sight goes quickly in an upward motion to a larger and a widespread vast land. Seen as it was, a lady endowed in the blessings of wiring and glass-metallic rims at various parts of her body was seen. Sized like an average mortal with a tremendous head bow placed on her head and lastly, the last shard of the halo of Azazel on her chest. But there seemed to be more, it was seen clearer that she had two shards that floated below her earlobes, like earrings. She, in total, had three shards of the halo on herself.

Gnashing her teeth, she decided to stand her ground, come what may. What she was sensing were metal skulls with razor-sharp teeth. They were closing in on her while releasing an intimidating aura. The skulls were already a few feet away from her when she created a sound barrier around her and her chair. The skulls failed to break through the barrier until Lisa strengthened the teeth inside the skull's mouths.

It'll only embarrass us! "What do you know? How dare you insult my work—" Larissa couldn't be bothered to listen to her bitching. So, she walked up to the box and kicked it, turning the mildly damaged specimen into a broken pile of bones. "My specimen!" the senior screeched. "How dare you?" Larissa scoffed coldly, "The skull has 29 bones, but you couldn't even get that right and made a skull with 30 bones. What do you think you're making, an alien skeleton?"

Her face was scrunched in distaste and she was utterly disgusted by the sight of the building's interior. Not to mention how dimly illuminated the room was as she entered, she could see little of the items that were littered on the floor. Her legs smashed into the skull of a human being which was starting to decay and her legs got stuck in it. She let out a frustrated groan, her face in a deep scowl as she glared at nothing in common. She kicked the hideous-looking bone out of her legs, mumbling incoherent curses at no one in particular. The skull crashed straight into a pile of bones in a corner of the spooky room, causing it to scatter all over the floor.

Until he burrowed a hole at the back of the monster ape's head, trying to attack its brain. With the skull broken, Chu Xun wormed his way into the head of the gigantic yeti. Inside he found a tangle of arteries and veins, each horrifyingly thick, until he saw the brain, a wrinkled and crumpled mush of soft tissues so grotesquely huge.

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.

I already burned several lights out and Eva jumped when one blew as she passed it. A small pile of tattered rags lay against the wall in a small niche. “Don’t touch that. It’s been there a long time. We can look at it later.” Haden told the others. He didn’t want to mention the tiny, yellowed skull in the shadows of the niche. If this was a normal resort, he’d have thought it a dog’s skull. But the history of the building said otherwise. That was a child’s skull of a wolf shifter.

There were five big vats in the middle, emitting a strong stench. Hardy covered his nose and walked over. He took a look inside the vat and suddenly felt his stomach churning. Fortunately, there was not much in his stomach, or else he would have vomited all over the floor. Just like the vat that Louise was in, there was about half a vat of maggots inside. It was a vast expanse of white, and it was very big. It kept squirming and rolling. The most important thing was that there was a skull inside. Its eyes, nose, and ears had all rotted away, making it impossible to identify it.

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED. Eating with Grandma while experiencing an emotional post traumatic condition was the worst decision Adele made. Not for a single moment did Grandma spare her poor nerves and ears from hearing how the hit on Shannelle’s forehead could have been much more dangerous if it landed on her nose, her eyes, her mouth or her temporal bone. When Adele logically asked her what the hell was this temporal bone, Grandma was more than eager to reply. "The doctor said it's the part of the skull around the ear area. It is very fragile, she could have had a concussion!"